Nije mi još uvek jasno yasto je svima nayiv dnevnika na engleskom.
E ovde cu da kukam..posto mi je nekako lakse da u medjuvremenu kucam ovde dok se dop sa ljudima sa neta nego da yhvrljam u mom savrsenom pedantnom dnevniku.
danas sam se u skoli izbedarila jer su me tresnuli odbojkaskom loptom u glavu i taman kad sam htela da kazem profesoru kako ne mogu da radim jer me boli lopta me jos jednom zvaknula samo ovaj put u ruku i tu mi puko film. i more isplakah jadna. posle mi jana dala nesto da popijem tako sam mirna ceo dan. nemam onu potrebu da skakucem i pevam pesmicu nek svud ljubav sja kao da sam vazduh kao da me nema i kao da ne postojim.to je valjda dobro.
Subject: Re: Više od nule Sun May 09, 2010 2:10 pm
Neuzvracena ljubav.
ma, hajde mali bedni choveche, nisi ti jedina koju neko ne voli. uostalom ima toliko ljudi koji te obozavaju zbog tvoje ludosti ili chega vec. zasto si se toliko uhvatila za tog tipa? pa nije ni prvi ni poslednji. ZNAM DA NIJE!!! pa sta onda? ne znam... razmisli! razmisljam!
Im young, I know, But even so I know a thing, or two I learned, from you I really learned a lot, Really learned a lot Love is like a flame It burns you when its hot Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts..
Subject: Re: Više od nule Mon May 10, 2010 3:37 pm
o0:o2 muti mi se u glavi. Jedva stojim, ali bitno je da sam mu rekla da ga volim! Robertu Jelenkovicu sam rekla da ga volim! Ponosim se sobom! Pivo cuda cini!
o4:52 Pogledajmo nebo. Beskonacno je. Tu su zvezde, mesec, sateliti. Ali samo jedna jedinstvena zvezda svetluca, siri svoju neverovatnu energiju i sve privlaci svojim izgledom. Bez te zvezde zivot na planeti ne bi bio moguc.
Ja sam zivot, svet stvaranje.
On je Sunce koje mi daje energiju da idem dalje iako to, iskreno receno, nesvesno radi.
Subject: Re: Više od nule Mon May 10, 2010 5:57 pm
Jedan tren
zaslepljujuca svetlost svetiljke. vedro nebo prepuno zvzda. Njegov osmeh. moj strah moja zelja moja ljubav - Stani! Volim te. - rekao sam ti nesto za to. mozak se usijava od brzine dotoka misli. zagrljaj? prihvatanje ili odbijanje mene koja sve nudi ne trazeci nista za uzvrat? On se gubi medju ljudima suze vrele teku niz lice. znam da ga nije briga.
srecna sam jer znam da ga niko nikada nece voleti ovoliko jer sam ja ta koja dobija jer je ipak on taj koji odbija onaj koji gubi nepoznato
bio je tu. kraj mene. samo za tren samo za tren! i to je to...
Subject: Re: Više od nule Thu May 13, 2010 7:02 pm
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Things were very hot that year. All the wax was melting in the trees.
He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her, oh Danny boy. [You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]
Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds, adorned her hair. Everything was gold. One night the bed caught fire. He was handsome and a very good criminal. We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars. It was the afternoon of extravagant delight. Danny the daredevil. Candy went missing. The days last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks. I want to try it your way this time. You came into my life really fast and I liked it. We squelched in the mud of our joy. I was wet-thighed with surrender. Then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted. This is the business. This, is what we're after. With you inside me comes the hatch of death. And perhaps I'll simply never sleep again. The monster in the pool. We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and runner beans. Everywhere I looked. And sometimes I hate you. [You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]
Friday -- I didn't mean that, mother of the blueness. Angel of the storm. Remember me in my opaqueness. You pointed at the sky, that one's called Sirius or dogstar, but only here on earth. Fly away sun. Ha ha f*cking ha you are so funny Dan. A vase of flowers by the bed. My bare blue knees at dawn. These ruffled sheets and you are gone and I am going too. I broke your head on the back of the bed but the baby he died in the morning. I gave him a name. His name was Thomas. Poor little god. His heart pounds like a voodoo drum.
svira gitaru (i akusticnu i elektricnu) slusa istu vrstu muzike kao vi crta i lozi se na grafite isto kao i vi
(ne pada mu na pamet da IKADA napravi dredove ili da konzumira drogu) nije alkoholicar niti pusi ne sedi ni na ladnom betonu samo na toplom
dozivljava vas kao najlepsu stvar koja mu se desila u zivotu obozava vas voli u stanju je da sve ucini samo za vas da predje preko 350km samo da bi video vas osmeh i osetio samo vase usne da nauci svaku sitnicu u vezi vas i da vas podseca na to kada zaboravite
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